What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Xiong's Pharmacy, backyard.

Luo Sushang lay on the couch with her eyes tightly closed. She was dressed in plain clothes, and her hair was untied and spread out on the pillow.

"Taoist, is this the friend you want to save?"

"Yeah, how do you feel, Snow Lion?"

Xue Shi'er measured it and exclaimed, "It's huge!"

"I didn't let you feel this..." Yan Xia was speechless. She asked the boy from the medicine hall to support Luo Sushang while she fed medicine to her busty master.

This was so close and she looked at it so carefully that Yan Xia couldn't help but blink.

It is indeed big.

And it's not the bloated or cumbersome kind, but just the right size, plump and round, wrapped in plain clothes, with exquisite curves.

There is a poem that proves this: "The double hanging silk belt cannot be painted. The charming figure is the most graceful. Her soft breasts embrace the moon in the sky, and her delicate hands lightly touch the ice on the water."

Over there, Xue Shi'er looked down at herself again and said enviously, "Perhaps it's because he has strong muscles and bones, so he is still romantic even without makeup."

This is also a cultured cat.

Yanxia is not very cultured and can only say "awesome".

She fed him the medicine and clapped her hands. "Don't look at it anymore. Accompany me to boil some medicine. We'll go to Temple Street later to see if we can find a better place."

Xue Shi'er asked doubtfully, "It's fine to make medicine, but why go to Temple Street? Are you fulfilling a vow?"

Fulfill a vow...

It seems to be quite similar.

Yan Xiasun said, "Let's choose a temple site for you, Great Immortal, and build a cat bed."

"What do you mean? You want to build a temple?"

After saying that, Yanxia handed the bowl to the boy in the pharmacy.

The boy looked at the two of them, covered his mouth and laughed, "The City God Temple is very popular. It would cost a lot of money to build a temple there."

It costs a lot of money...Xue Shier frowned slightly.

"I do not want."

This time, Yan Xia didn't use so many deceptive tactics, and Xue Shier instinctively resisted this unwarranted favor.

"Oh, showing courtesy for nothing is either adultery or theft."

The little loli took two steps back and looked at the girl with alert eyes.

Yan Xia clasped her hands together and said sincerely, "I broke the contract first. This is my compensation to Xue Shi'er."

Xue Shi'er shook his head.

"This compensation is too generous. How can I accept it?"

Yan Xia said, "This isn't just compensation. It's also my own selfish desire. I hope Xue Shi'er can always be by my side."

The girl hit the ball straight. Xue Shier had never experienced such a thing before. His little head felt confused and he didn't know what to say.

She already had some vague feelings, so she said confusedly: "Why should I stay with you, stinky Taoist priest? Am I your cat?"

Yan Xia said, "Xue Shi'er is just himself, of course he's no one's cat. But Xue Shi'er said he wants to watch me use the Six-Leaf Flower. I won't use it for the time being. Doesn't that mean Xue Shi'er has to keep watching me?"

Xue Shi'er thought about it and felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong. He said, "That's right. Following you is my own wish. What does this have to do with your proposal to build a temple for me? Your talk of compensation is too far-fetched."

Yan Xia shook her head.

"not like this.

"Xue Shi'er follows me, so we're companions on the same journey, and we need to support each other along the way. If Xue Shi'er abandons the Iron Lion Temple for me, then the source of incense will be cut off. This is not mutual support, but a one-sided demand on my part.

"Besides, I don't know how much I'll have to rely on Xue Shi'er in the future. But for the sake of this precious friendship, I should also pay a deposit as a proof between you and me."

Xue Shier frowned and said, "You Tang people's rules are really strange..."

Yan Xia smiled and said, "Xue Shi'er, don't worry if you don't understand. Just like you said, you will understand when the time comes.

"As for now, Xue Shi'er, consider this my compensation for breaking the contract."

“Who asked you to compensate…”

Xue Shier muttered a few words quietly, but he was inexplicably happy in his heart, and he couldn't figure out why.

But she saw the boy looking at them with a smile, and Xue Shi'er's face suddenly turned red.

The boy jokingly said, "Oh my, that immortal, the six-leafed and one-branched flower is a rare and miraculous medicine. Even if you just leave it there, it can last for sixty years. Once it's prepared, it can last even until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and the world changes."

Yan Xia blinked and stopped attacking Xue Shier's heart.

Some people are truly confused, some are confused because they are confused, and some pretend to be confused even though they know the truth.

Whether you understand it or not, whether you are confused or not, it all depends on your heart.

............

"You Taoist priest, you have no shame."

Xue Shier kicked his feet and walked out of the medicine hall, pointing at An Yanxia.

Yan Xia was unhappy and asked, "It started from emotion and ended with etiquette. How can you not be ashamed?"

"It starts from emotion and ends with etiquette"

Xue Shier changed her tone to act as a repeater and ruthlessly complained, "That's not how you look at someone's breasts."

Xue Shier was talking about Luo Sushang.

"People have a love for beauty, so what's wrong with me taking a look?"

Yan Xia thought, the size she saw on Earth was much larger than this...

She glanced at Xue Shi'er and sighed, "Even if I want to see you, I can't."

Xue Shier gritted his teeth and threw random punches, "I want a beating!"

The two of them argued and soon arrived at Miaoqian Street in the south of the city.

When they arrived, the City God Temple was holding a temple fair.

In August and September in late autumn, the white dew turns into frost.

At the end of August, the wheat and rice were ripe, and the farmers who had worked all year had a harvest. Moreover, this year was relatively peaceful, with only a few wars and low taxes, so the surplus grain was barely considerable.

With surplus food, people will feel more confident and willing to spend money.

Therefore, mid-to-late August has always been a good time for markets and temple fairs to open.

Yanxia walked and stopped, bought some snacks such as mung bean cakes and candied haws, handed some to Xueshier, and took a few bites herself, muttering:

"As usual, there should be a temple fair during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it can bring good luck."

Xue Shi'er asked in confusion, "Then why is this year an exception?"

Before Yan Xia could answer, a voice interrupted her.

"Last year, the King of Handong and the Crown Prince fought a war that reached Cangzhou. No one dared to go out to the fields, fearing they would be drafted. We waited until the soldiers had left, almost October, before we finally planted the wheat seedlings."

The person who was speaking was an old man who was setting up a stall. There was a banner next to him that read "Secretly calculate the yin and yang, and clearly judge the universe." He spoke in a very arrogant tone.

Looking again, Yan Xia discovered that the old man was a disabled person, with the sleeve of his right arm hanging down and empty.

The old man saw the girl looking at him and laughed:

"But it's not so bad. The emperor's mother was born beautiful, the emperor is virtuous, the weather is good, the farmers have surplus food, and we beggars can also get food! But there is one bad thing."

Seeing him raise the fortune-telling banner, Yanxia humbly sought advice and asked, "What's wrong?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I read a fortune for our Tang Dynasty. It predicts that the earth and heaven will be harmonious, all things will begin to flourish, the ways of the noble will flourish, and the ways of the villains will disappear. However, there will be three difficulties. From then on, the prosperity will turn to decline. From then on, the heaven and earth will be in disarray, and the yin and yang will not communicate."

Yanxia became interested.

"Sir, please enlighten me."

The old man chuckled. Although he had only a few rotten teeth, his voice was loud and clear.

He held up a finger and said, "Ten cents a time, no free money from the previous dynasty!"

White money refers to the money minted at the end of the Sui Dynasty, which has a very low gold content.

Yanxia searched but couldn't find any copper coins. She only found a silver cake and a few pieces of gold.

"Oh dear, your money is no good, no good! Money comes first, silver is precious second, and gold, which is both expensive and vulgar, comes third."

The old man took a silver cake with disdain, put it away and said, "Not good, not good. Then I can only tell you a dilemma."

Yan Xia found this old man quite interesting and said with a smile, "Then go ahead."

"This is the first difficulty, it's called a quarrel between brothers, blood spilled at the gate!"

"The second difficulty is called 'Snakes blocking the road, hens crowing at dawn!'"

When Yanxia heard this, she was amazed.

The quarrel between brothers is probably the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

As for the hen crowing at dawn... the hen crows to announce the dawn, and there is nothing much to say except for the Wu Zhou Dynasty.

Yan Xia exclaimed in admiration: "Old sir, your fortune-telling is quite accurate!"

The old man was puzzled and asked, "These things haven't happened yet. How do you know if the divination is accurate?"

Yan Xia smiled, "You are a person of the same origin, and I am a fortune teller as well."

"Not only am I a fortune teller, but I can also tell you the third difficulty."

This is a lie.

The old man chuckled when he heard this.

"Are you a fortune teller too? Oh my god, I've met my enemy! Then tell me, I'll see if what you say is right."

Yan Xia pinched her fingers and said, "I've figured it out."

The old man was shocked and didn't believe it. "How did you calculate so quickly?"

Yan Xia laughed, "I can calculate two thousand years in the past and two thousand years in the future. People call me the God of Calculation!"

"Come on! You are the fortune teller, so I am the fortune teller's grandfather."

The old man obviously didn't believe it and wanted to take advantage of Yanxia.

Yan Xia didn't get angry and said, "What if I really figured it out?"

The old man smiled and said, "If you can figure it out, I'll be your grandson."

"Oh, then let's not do that. It will shorten your life." Yan Xia shook her head and said, "You have to pay me for the fortune-telling."

"Pay, I can pay anything!"

"Let me guess, the third hexagram you're referring to is 'disharmony between ruler and minister, strong branches and weak trunk'?"

The old man exclaimed in surprise, "Strange, strange. You actually predicted it, and it was quite accurate! Could it be that we are really from the same hometown, the Butterfly Mirror Observer?"

"Oh! I didn't tell you about the last difficulty, but you told me! You also told me a fortune, so I have to give you something as payment!"

The old man searched his pockets, looking puzzled.

"It's over, I have no money! It's over, I'm going to become the fortune teller's grandson!"

Yan Xia found this old man quite interesting and said jokingly, "Didn't I give you a silver cake? Just give it back to me. Or I can be your fellow Taoist. Grandma sounds too old, so just treat it as a friendship."

The old man laughed, "Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist! Then we'll be fellow Daoists from now on!"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his head and laughed inexplicably, "Oh my god, I remember now, fellow Taoist, I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore, my friend has taken me home."

Yan Xia was curious about his so-called friend and turned her head to take a look.

——I don’t see the person, I only hear his voice:

"Oh! Zhuang Zhou! I thought you weren't home, but it turns out you're wandering around with your big gourd!"

Not seeing anyone, Yan Xia was slightly surprised and turned her head to look back.

However, there was no fortune-telling stall or one-armed old man, only an empty canal with gurgling water.

A breeze blew.